Spatial Spiritual Love

I used to flow like a river water, 
A little crevice that let me slip through the rocks; 
Letting me slip from the woods untouched, 
Yet it felt serene and peaceful. 

Little did I know the depth of emotions, 
When I finally ended up into the ocean; 
My heart heard a loud puddle, 
Which was silent like the blood in my viens. 

I was able to view life in a new light, 
Coming out of the dark; 
I was frustrated to be the silent river, 
Now feel proud to be a part of you; 
A loud oceanic Tsunami.

Those untouched woods resemble darkness, 
Emptying us day after day; 
Years after years and decades added to millennials. 
Sorrow, pain, sadness if given a virtue,
They would remain a part of us; 
Unless one feels the oceanic Tsunami, 
How could we not find the happiness, faith and hope; 
Which was somewhere left in us.

Reuniting with self is a bliss, 
But not that blissful as the Spatial Spiritual love that one seeks.
It talks about love and love alone, 
Which we hide somewhere in our heart; 
Not letting the soul to feel!